Discarded at Eighteen, Rated D, Reborn as S

My parents burned my college acceptance letter the day they finalized the *Family Resource ROI Evaluation Matrix*.

It was typed up neatly on official-looking paper:

*Younger Daughter: Luna. Ivy League potential. Rating: S-Tier. Full family backing.*

*Elder Daughter: Stella. Mediocre ability. Rating: D-Tier. Provide minimum survival support; prepare for immediate repayment to the family.*

Without even asking for my input, they signed me up for a 12-hour factory shift on an electronics assembly line.